Duck Lake and we'd break under the weight of any pain that ever came in this life

indra's tread had not slowed, though takshent's catlike stride seemed to match her. she couldn't help but wonder if the reason takshent was (gracefully) enduring her ostensible company was because she was lonely. the redleaf woman supposed that life had a strange way of springing opportunities at you -- perhaps this ruddy woman, lean yet tenacious as cholli cactus, was a new opportunity for indra.

at least she had a family; mentioning that somehow softened the colder edges of indra's posture; it was the lone wolf that indra truly suspected, and it seemed tashkent was not alone. "i would take more offense to your presence if you were male." indra implied, smoothly stepping over the round face of a stony cairn as she walked. "why are you not with your family right now?" nimbly, she landed past the natural barricade, and continued her saunter -- but not before looking to see if tashkent had followed.